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Sun and Rain
It’s windy, and the sun’s still up. Now if it rains without the sun being covered by clouds, legends say:
“It’s the fox bride's marriage“
“It’s the Wolves’ marriage”
“The heavens laugh upon the birth of an angel“
“The heavens cry for the passing of a pure soul“
“It’s the witch’s marriage“...
You may debate on which is more probable. It doesn't matter. however, which of these is true. The sun still is bright and the clouds will bring rain- nature will go on even if you don't believe in its tales.
I m sure all of them are true...isn’t it more fun that way?
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D.I.S.C.O.M.F.O.R.T
(noun)
a slight feeling of pain.
a feeling of embarrassment.
Dictionaries will tell you as much that discomfort is just pain or embarrassment that you would experience. Yet, there are a whole world of meanings attached to discomfort that you will not be able to find in a dictionary- a thesaurus then would be more helpful.
Ache; Annoyance; displeasure; disquiet; hardship; soreness; trouble ; uneasiness; unpleasantness; discomfiture; displeasure; distress; hurt; inquietude; malaise; nuisance; upset; vexation.
So many words, each with their own set of meanings are now associated with discomfort. However, why am I bringing this up and how is it even important?
Animals are hard-wired to avoid discomfort actively. Humans, in particular, have become very adept in this skill, so much so that other members of the species try to hide their pain to not cause embarrassment or displeasure to others.
Talking about hardship, expressing distress and openly showing how hurt one is usually met with empty platitudes and, worst, naked disdain. This lack of understanding or unwillingness to acknowledge the real pain that another person could be facing causes mental distress and the feeling of being isolated.
I feel sorry for those who can not express their negative emotions: their sadness, anger, pain, hurt... for fear of causing discomfort to someone else. I am sorry that you have had to hide it all so that the people around feel at ease.
Sweetheart, baby, my dearest star- you can wear your heart on your sleeve when you are with me; I'll be there to share your pain and hardships. It will be okay, so you never have to hide it from me- I will be with you through it all.
Undoubtedly yours,
Skull
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At the fringe of consciousness, when I am ready to drift into the obliviousness of sweet-sweet sleep, I find myself yearning for your presence with such intense longing that pulls me on to a whole another kind of whimsical thinking.
I would create tiny little pockets in my mind where I could see that you are no farther than mere steps from the reach of my arms.
I know, I know- I don’t dwell there, that would be foolish, but when Hypnos comes calling, there is a brief window between time itself, where I linger upon my tiny dimensions- that short while suspended between space, watching us live and thrive.
I have squirriled away each an every piece that you gave me to keep like a magpie, my love- for you are the brightest treasure in my hoard.
Be kind to yourself, my heart, and be happy. I love and cherish you. I wish to protect you because that’s what you do when you have given away your heart.
Devotedly yours,
Skull.
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Conflicts are natural and being caught in conflicts is inevitable.
However, there is a helpless quality that is attached with conflicts as one side is always pitted to lose. It is even worse if one is invested in the outcomes but is powerless to change the direction the conflict takes on.
Maybe it would get better with experience. Maybes one would become more apathetic and uninterested in conflicts as the time goes by.
I feel wretched as I see the adult scrambling to tear off pieces of my grandparents home. I feel enraged, helpless and dispirited, and I am glad that they aren’t alive anymore to watch the depravity and disrespect.
I miss you...meine Oma und mein Opa .
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I love my cousins, and my sister always holds a special place in my heart.
I also love my hometown- the greenery, the birdsongs, the spiders and the crisp air tainted with the smell of petrichor.
Nothing could ever make me more content and satisfied having both of these at the same time.
Yet, even as I am walking through the winding roads that lead to my ancestral home, hand in hand with my sister, I feel an ache settling in my heart. I miss someone so fiercely that it has taken over a physical sense , an leaves imprints that I carry on till I rejoin them.
Dear heart, wish you were here with me - I could show you my favorite spots and the spiders are friendly ( my sister disagrees).
I love you my light, my northern star, my doll. You make me feel so much more.
Yours always,
Skull.
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A language is a form of code that can logically construct pieces to explain one’s thoughts, feelings, position, view and perspective on different subjects in life. There are several available forms of language that evolved in other regions under circumstances that necessitated the need for one. Language sometimes does not have to be spoken; it can be felt, seen or heard, which makes it so much more available for people to use to express themselves.
Like almost all individuals living on this planet, I, too, know to speak using the code of language. As a matter of fact, I have been privileged enough to learn to use several, and I could be called gifted in the usage of this particular code.
Lately, though, I have noticed that I am finding it rather challenging to use it. What I feel and what I want to express seems impossible to describe in the languages I know. Perhaps, I should endeavour to learn more- so that I can find an appropriate way to make up for my inadequacy.
My love, my star, my light. You have caused me to feel so much that I no longer know how to be eloquent. Bear with me, my heart, when I grasp for phrases to communicate with you properly.
I love you. Always.
Yours,
Skull
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If I am ever asked this question:
Did love change you ?
I would be slightly off balanced, because being in love is something very significant. I feel blessed being able to feel so, and it fills me with positivity everytime I acknowledge the fact.
However, being in love has not changed me in ways that could be considered significant to someone else- thank God for that, else I could be facing accusations of being in a toxic or manipulative relationship.
Yet, I find changes in the smallest things. I am kinder, happier, and a little more motivated everyday. Thinking of my lover, makes me wang to be a better person. I want them to be as proud of me as I am of them- and this very thought gives a rush of energy to me in order to refine myself.
Ultimately, there isn't much that changed - only my perspectives.
Thank you my heart😘, you make everything shine in sharp contrast.
Yours,
Skull
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I was asked just recently if I believed in the concept of ‘Love’. My answer was a yes, said with the confidence of someone who has never once doubted the existence of such an obscure emotion. I never have, and I probably never will be hesitant at answering that question- for I know love, have had the chance to both give and receive it.
However, the person who did ask me the question was not satisfied with my interpretation of the word- the idea. They said to me then- ‘You have never been in love.’
This was incredibly puzzling, of course, since I do love it a lot. It is something I do without prejudice and something that comes as quickly to me as breathing. I love my parents, my pets, my cousins, my friends, my peers, the plants and animals around me, the earth that I walk upon, the all-encompassing sky, the moon, the very existence of the universe...each of these people or things prompt from me different ways that I can express my love for them.
Yet, I was told they felt sorry for me because I had never experienced romantic love. Again, I knew this wasn't true. I have had lovers aplenty, and I believe that we have had bonds that could be deemed romantic. When I did tell them that- all types of love could be romantic, after all the word itself is oft misused; they just shook their head and walked away.
By the end of the entire conversation, though, I felt pretty restless because I have a lover now. Someone who thinks deeply. Someone who I deem entirely precious and whom I love with the same intensity that I love the universe and everything else.
‘Is that enough ?’
Well, I have never thought of Love in such a profound manner. As it stands, it is easy for me to love, and when I do- I acknowledge the feeling, hold it close to my heart and live on with it. The question now is if he would find this particular trait of mine to be annoying? I love him just as much as any other- but the way he prompts me to express it is unique. I feel it with an intensity that can seldom be contained, and I feel like I am part of some particularly powerful narrative.
I have never had such thoughts before, ever - because love is simple. Yet, now I am slightly worried if the person who has increased my capacity to feel my passion for them could cause my own heart to implode if I could never express it to them sometime in the future. Perhaps my worries are unfounded; I know it with certainty that I am needlessly fretting about the unknown future- I am sure he will agree.
I love you, my star. I guess only you can entice my fleeting mind into thinking deeply.
Yours,
Skull.
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I just lost my puppy yesterday. I don’t want anyone else to go through it .
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Canine parvovirus is deadly and can be devastating on you and your pet dog. About 85 % of pets that contrat it die in the first 48-72 hours after the symptoms show up.
The only way to prevent it is to vaccinate your pet.
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Jiang Yanli....The first lotus of Jiang....Lady Jiang....Jiang Zongzhu💪🏼😏
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Done finally 😋😋😋😋
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So...Though I can’t write a fic now...I sure can draw😍😍...
#weiyao 🖤💚
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So...Though I can’t write a fic now...I sure can draw😍😍...
#weiyao 🖤💚
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This fic rec collection will help you unwind from all of the election- induced stress (even if gou r not eligible to vote) and other stresses caused by...idk maybe the pandemic ㅠㅠ....
And the elections are like very close, its perhaps the most bet-upon event in history causing staggering levels of anxiety to all the people involved.
Stay safe if you are going to vote in person, and if you’re sending mail-in ballots check out the guidelines given for your state.
There are 5 more days for it guys ...so, happy ( stress free?😅) voting.
The Election Collection (as if 2020 isn’t hard enough)
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WangxianFicRecs Presents:
The Election Collection (as if 2020 isn’t enough) 
 ***If the links don’t work for you, try reading this post about a work-around:  https://wangxianficrecs.tumblr.com/post/633343850886365184/what-you-can-do-if-the-links-dont-work
These are stressful times, my darlings, and while xanax and alcohol are certainly an escape, I like to have a somewhat healthier option in reserve.  We have one week to go before life in the U.S. will/will not end, and it’ll probably drag on forever after that, so, here, have enough fic to last you a full month.
Not every fic in this compilation is fluff (like, I wouldn’t call sickfics fluff, necessarily), but all of them make me feel better in some way.  This list is waaay long – ohmygawd it’s got 88 works in it – so I’m actually going to tuck it behind a read more.  I broke it up into categories, which are in alphabetical order (the works themselves are in no order whatsoever):
bunnies | feel good fic | goofy students in love | happy-making | harlequin/white knight | homesteading | humor | kid fic | sickfic/caretaking | time travel fix-it.
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~*~ bunnies ~*~
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The Bunny Next Door by detailsinthefabric (E, 43k, wangxian) my bookmark here.
Summary:  Lan Wangji did not know what he was doing. He did not know what he was going to say. He was frozen in place, puzzling over the situation. Maybe he had made the man uncomfortable, which is why he wanted to leave? But his tone had still been so friendly—maybe…
“Would…” he paused, swallowed, forced the last words to come out of his suddenly parched mouth, “would you let me pet him?”
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Lan Wangji, who doesn’t know how to socialize and whose icy demeanor scares everyone away, lets down all his defenses when he meets the bunny next door…oh, and also its owner, Wei Wuxian.
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it’s you, it was always you by myung (G, 8k, wangxian) my post here.
Summary:  In which Lan Zhan can turn into a bunny and Wei Ying is the fool who loves him.
*Based on a Tumblr post: “The most wanted woman in town has announced that she’ll only marry the one who can open her front door with the key around her cat’s neck. Many men try to hunt the cat down, chase and trap it, but to no avail; the cat is simply too quick, smart and clever, and always finds a way to evade and avoid them. You are the first one to figure out the obvious: Do not chase the cat. The cat is befriendable. Get the cat to trust you, to genuinely enjoy your company, and you can hang out with the cat. You may eventually be allowed to touch the cat. The cat will freely let you take the key. Secondary plot twist: The woman is a shapeshifter. She is the cat.”
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love & longing, rabbit edition. by jaws_3 (G, 18k, wangxian) my post here.
Summary:  Lan Wangji makes a (minor) miscalculation and gets turned into a rabbit. He then makes the (ridiculous!) mistake of seeking Wei Ying out for help.
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everybody lives because i said so by Mayarene Rose (Paradise_of_Mary_Jane) (G, 46k, wangxian) my bookmark here.
Summary:  Lan Zhan has taken to visiting the Yiling as often as he can, bringing as many rabbits as he can carry.
It is not against the sect rules so there’s no reason for him to feel guilty about it. And after all, he made a promise.
Or the one where Lan Zhan sneakily moves into the Burial Mounds and this may or may not have helped stop a lot of bad things from happening.
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an armful of warmth by Alaceron (G, 11k, wangxian) my post here.
Summary:  In the winter, 10 years after the death of the Yiling Patriarch, Professor Lan Wangji finds an injured rabbit at the edge of the school grounds.
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nothing so sweet as a bunny by jaws_3 (G, 15k, wangxian) my post here.
Summary:  Wei Wuxian turns himself into a rabbit. It’s mostly an accident.
Keep reading
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I am not really happy with this...but ...🤷🏻‍♀️
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This was to say, something really nice- sure, its been done before, but the direction that the author took us through was quite good.
Also...The end note was somehow hilarious for me .
Do read😁😁😁
Title: Give Me One Good Honest Kiss
Author: thunderwear 
Universe: Canon Divergence
Status: Complete
Rating: Not Rated
Length: Short (2K)
Summary:
Lan Wangji didn’t pay mind to the startled gasps around him, he was too busy gripping Wei Wuxian by the back of his neck and crushing their lips together.
Instead of the Phoenix Mountain kiss here’s Lan Wangji kissing Wei Wuxian in front of everyone else after Wei Wuxian drinks the wine Jin Zixun was trying to force on him, inspired by that face Lan Wangji makes in the drama like he’s four steps past “i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me” and moments away from lunging over the table
Recommended by: @shamelesswngxian​
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The fic tags say it all 😏: 
Lan Wangji kisses Wei Wuxian when he drinks the alcohol for him, Jin Zixun can get fucked, Wei Wuxian like idk what’s happening but i’m into it, Lan Wangji shooting his shot, god bless, Frist Kiss, horny Lan Zhan agenda, Xichen is suffering in Lan Qiren’s name
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Yayay...PARK JIMIN....😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
Finally done .
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